Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from St Kitts & Nevis and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Don Cherry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
the Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
Suburban Knight,
Connie Case,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Sixth Finger,
Grauzone,
Peter and Kerry,
X-101,
ABBA,
Terry Callier,
The Grass Roots,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Vogues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blake Baxter,
Bauhaus,
Reuben Wilson,
Quando Quango,
F. McDonald,
Black Bananas,
The Blues Magoos,
Simply Red,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nils Olav,
Television Personalities,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Osbourne,
PIL,
Ronan,
Mandrill,
Crash Course in Science,
the Germs,
Bob Dylan,
Althea and Donna,
Grey Daturas,
Stereo Dub,
Mars,
The Cramps,
Quantec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
LL Cool J,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Goldenarms,
Niagra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Desert Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vladislav Delay,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kevin Saunderson,
The New Christs,
James White and The Blacks,
Buzzcocks,
Moebius,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.